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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU, DCU_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Damian_Wayne, Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Tim_Drake, Jason_Todd, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Damian_is_showering, He_is_also_aged_up, Not_a_kid, Baby_Bat_hates_his
      name, Masturbation, Blow_Jobs, Masturbation_in_Shower, Hand_Jobs,
      Kissing, Mild_Fluff, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Praise_Kink, Tim
      likes_Dami's_voice
  Series:
      Part 1 of Robin's_Song
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-06 Words: 2313
****** Baby Bat Hates His Name ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Damian shrieked. Actually shrieked as he spun on his heels, losing
     balance quickly as a pair of soft blue eyes twinkled, a loud laughter
     sounding when Damian clawed at the air for anything to help him break
     his fall. In his desperation, he hadn't expected to latch on to his
     peeper's shirt, pulling the body down with him as he heard a yip.
     Damian finally refocused again and found Tim, smiling sheepishly as
     he rest in between Damian's very bare legs. Damian would usually be
     furious, shouting all sorts of curses in several languages. But now,
     he found the blush on Tim's cheeks to be too much and he quickly took
     advantage. "Damn Drake, if you wanted inbetween my legs, you could
     have just asked me..."
Notes
     Please note that Damian has been aged up. Not specified, but it was
     written with the intent to have Dami of age. Part 2 of Robin's Song
     series.
See the end of the work for more notes
There were very few things that Damian was certain of. He was certain that the
sun rose and yet never set on his father's empire. He was certain that the cowl
would fall into his posession, that the legacy of Batman would rest in the
hands of Robin, as it were. He was certain that the growing weight of his
future responsibility would become unbearble were it not for his family. He was
certain that they all loved him, and certain that when the day came when Bruce
would step down, they'd all be there for him, regardless of whoever took the
mantle. Damian hoped it was Grayson. As much as he found the young man to be
too ridiculous and nonsensical, he knew from his short time as Robin under
Dick's tenure as The Bat, that Grayson would not let Bruce's honor down. Damian
only hoped that the day would never come. Because he knew the day Bruce gave up
being Batman would be the day Bruce ceased. All together. And Damian had felt
that he had lost too much thus far in his years of being, and he wasn't about
to lose anymore. 
Damian let out a breath he was unaware he held, dropping his head, letting the
water run down the back of his body, trickling over his spine. The steam warmed
his skin, creating small droplets of sweat that the water had yet to wash off.
He had spent too long in there, and he was sure that any moment now, someone
would pop their head into his room, begging to know if he had slipped to his
death. No matter, he wouldn't leave until he was satisfied. That's how he
worked, and they'd have to know that by now, right?
Damian smiled inwardly, wondering what kind of reaction each of his family
members would have. He considered the obvious reactions from his father; Bruce
no doubt would say his name, and Damian's one worded response would be enough
to ensure him that the teen was still alive. Dick no doubt would step further
in, muttering cutesy nonsense as if Damian was still a child. "You alright in
there, Little D?" He'd say. Or perhaps he'd even say Dami, a nickname that
Damian refused to admit that he enjoyed but the sweetness of shortening his
name still brought a smirk to his lips when he was in his own company. Jason no
doubt would say something crude. Probably make some sort of smart ass remark
about Damian being bare ass naked under all that water. And Tim? Damian didn't
want to think about Tim. 
Truth be told, Damian didn't want to think about any of them. They each had
stolen his heart ( -tt- as if it could be stolen anyway), in their own weird
quirky way. Dick was what some would call a first love.  Damian was going
through the early stages of puberty and Dick was so friendly and always smelled
so good. Damian winced at the embarresing memory of his first crush. Convinced
that the perfect son of Batman, Grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, Heir of The League Of
Assassins couldn't be anything but attracted to women (serisously, it only made
logical sense - if Damian was to produce an heir to the empire that he was to
inherit, a female made sense), his crush on Dick Grayson was awkward to say the
least. That's where Jason came in. And Damian fawned over how the slightly
younger successor to Grayson's Robin had helped him through that awkwardness.
"It's totally normal, Baby Bat." Damian hated being called Baby Bat, but knew
that it was Jason's odd sense of affection for him; especially considering
Drake had been defined as Baby Bird. Damian supposed Baby Bat made more sense.
He wouldn't be defined as Robin, rather, he'd be defined as Bruce's son. As
Batman's son. "Besides, plenty of straight dudes have taken a second glance at
Grayson's ass." Damian remembered how he stuck his tongue out, his young age
showing vividly as Jason laughed at him. "Oh please, it's just me. I'll admit
it. I'll admit it in front of his face, Dick Grayson has an ass that God
himself blessed." Damian agreed, albiet silently. But those moments, tucked
away by the fireplace in the downstairs sitting room, Damian would never
forget. Would never forget that Jason had proven himself to be more than
Batman's failure returned from the grave. Had proven that he and Damian had a
lot in common. And even after a while, he learned that the both of them craved
affection; even found himself curling up next to the much larger and warmer
body, falling asleep. He loved Dick Grayson, and he cherished Jason Todd. But
Tim Drake? Tim Drake was another story completely. 
Tim was obnoxious. A know it all (rich, coming from Damian). Always one step
ahead of Damian. Especially as of late. And Damian hated it. He hated how Drake
was a better detective. Hated how Drake smirked, his lips tugging up on one
side, knowing that he was right. Hated how the older boy made Damian
feel stupid. And then there were the physical aspects to consider. Where Dick
was sexy and Jason handsome, Time Drake was just beautiful. And Damian hated
it. His two eldest "brothers", he could ignore. It had been tough sometimes,
especially when modesty was simply not in either of their vocabularies. But
Tim... well it seemed that Timknew about Damian's feelings. And Tim held it
over Damian. Little things, Damian noticed. Where the boy once wore ties and
sweaters, now he made a point to leave his shirt unbuttoned just enough for
Damian to see the dip of his throat and the hollow near his collarbones. The
way Tim would press his knee up against Damian's leg during dinner, as if to
say "I know what you're thinking about...". The way Time would linger in hugs
(because if Damian didn't hug Tim like he hugged everyone else, he would be
accused of being hostile), breathe in his ear as his voice dipped low. "See ya
later Damian..." and it would drive him nuts. 
It had very little to do with how all that might have arroused Damian, and much
more to do with the fact that Drake was taunting him. Well, perhaps it was
about how it stirred a slow heat in his stomach too. A heat that, despite his
intentions, returned now as he rinsed off the soap from his skin. 
His hands fell down his arms, pushing the suds off him before moving to his
stomach and then letting his hand fall down below his waist. He was already
hard and he allowed himself the comfort of letting the noise of his pleasure
slip past his lips. He moved his hand slowly, images floating through his mind.
Images that weren't real. He was being kissed, undressed, pushed down onto the
bed, a wet heat wrapping around his length, a slick muscle licking across the
tip...
"Shit that's hot..."
Damian shrieked. Actually shrieked as he spun on his heels, losing balance
quickly as a pair of soft blue eyes twinkled, a loud laughter sounding when
Damian clawed at the air for anything to help him break his fall. In his
desperation, he hadn't expected to latch on to his peeper's shirt, pulling the
body down with him as he heard a yip. 
Damian finally refocused again and found Tim, smiling sheepishly as he rest in
between Damian's very bare legs. Damian would usually be furious, shouting all
sorts of curses in several languages. But now, he found the blush on Tim's
cheeks to be too much and he quickly took advantage. "Damn Drake, if you wanted
inbetween my legs, you could have just asked me..."
The blush spread and Damian counted it as a small victory. A victory, Damian
noted quickly, that was short lived. A dark grin played on Tim's lips, his eyes
growing determined as he leaned forward, his stomach rubbing against Damian's
errection causing Damian to groan. 
"Seems that i'm not the desperate one here, little Bat." Damian wanted to wince
at the name. Drake got it from Jason and used it against his will. He was not
pleased. Not until Tim was pressing his lips roughly against Damian's own,
pressing his tongue rudely into Damian's mouth without so much as asking for
permission. Something told Damian none of this would actually be handled with
pleasantries. No sweet little nothings, no chaste kisses on necks, no small
amounts of pillow talk or cuddles after... and Damian was perfectly okay with
that. It had nothing to do with affection, Damian knew that if Tim had even
considered this, there was some small amounts of emotion involved. Emotion,
Damian noted, that was completely hidden with pure lust. 
The shower was still running and Tim was soaked now. Soaked and still dressed.
Not for long, Damian knew as he reached behind Tim and pulled over his shirt.
Tim got the idea and within seconds, they both were bare, limbs entangled as
they kissed each other's lips raw and swollen. Their hips were grinding, and
Damian reveled in how incredible Tim's cock felt against his own, unsure if the
slick liquid on his stomach was pre-cum or soap or simply water. Either way,
they searched for the friction they both craved. 
"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now..." Time groaned and
Damian nearly chocked, never imagining in a million years that Drake could
speak such words. And Damian found himself nearly coming at the idea of it
right there. 
"Jesus Christ, Drake, you're going to be the death of me."
Tim sat up, pulling Damian with him before flipping the youngest onto his
knees. He pulled Damian's torso up, his hand finding Damian's neck and pulling
his against his own body, his hold  tightening around Damian's throat as he
kissed him furiously again. Damian made obscene noises and Tim just loved it.
"God you sound beautiful like this." Tim doesn't know why, but he loved
Damian's voice. Always had. Even when he was an annoying little shit, when they
were much younger, Tim loved the way Damian's voice held a sort of soft rasp to
it. Like Damian needed to clear his throat but never did. And now, now that
Damian's voice had matured fully, Tim loved the way it rang deep and low in the
younger man's chest. Tim did his best not to make the connection that little
Damian sounded just like Brucie now. 
Damian whined, the air leaving his lungs as Tim let go, loving the rough play
but not interested in choking his newfound lover. Tim ran his finger's over
Damian's chest, slowly down to his abs while his other hand reached up and
grabbed Damian's face between his thumb and index finger, turning his cheek so
that he had direct access to Damian's ear. "I want to hear more."
So this was what Tim was in to. Damian smirked, playing along with ease. When
Tim's hand roughly grabbed Damian's now leaking cock, Damian rewarded him with
another soft groan. 
At least, he thought he was rewarding Tim. Turned out it had been the other way
around. "Easy, little Robin..." Tim pumped slowly. Too slowly. And Damian
actually cursed, whimpering again. "You gotta earn it." Tim's thumb rubbed
across the tip, and Damian bucked his hips. "Be a good boy..."
"Really? Praise?" Damian question, but was shortly answered by a brutal bite on
his neck, the skin instantly swelling as Tim pulled the skin inbetween his
teeth hard. Damian cried out.
"I mean it. Be a good Robin, or you won't be allowed to come." Allowed?
Damian's head spun at the idea. His throat began to dry, and he shoved his ass
back against Tim's hard on. He wondered if Tim would let him relieve him of
that problem. 
As if reading Damian's mind, Tim spun Damian around and stood up quickly. He
grabbed Damian's hair and roughly pulled the boy forward, slipping himself
inside Damian's mouth. "Ahhh....Uhnnn God you're hungry aren't you?" Damian
looked up through his thick lashes, watching Tim watch him. Damian hollowed his
cheeks, just like he had seen in those videos online, and took as much of Tim
as he could. He let out a deep moan, humming softly as he bobbed, sucking and
running his tongue all simultaneously. "Fucking hell, you keep doing that I'm
gonna..." Damian pulled off and smiled. He was waiting. Waiting for Tim to say
something. Anything, while his hand continued where his mouth left off. "Ittle
shit..."
"We've reached an impasse." Damian noted and Tim smiled.
"Damian, please..." Tim begged, the smile still on his lips as his head fell
backwards. Damian obeyed easily, working quickly to give Tim the greatest
orgasm he could. "Ugh, God... Please.. yeah... right..."
Damian gave one last final lick and heard the many obscenities and praises to
both him and God as Tim came down Damian's throat. 
 When Tim lulled softly, his orgasm leaving him breathless, he slumped to the
floor, reaching for Damian. Damian moved, turning to cradle himsef into Tim's
body, curling up against the wall of the shower. Tim reached around Damian's
waist, his head falling on Damian's shoulder as he began to pump. Damian's sigh
was a wordless question and Tim answered with sleepy delight. "you've earned
it, little Bat."
Within moments, Tim had Damian coming hard in his hand, his skin being peppered
with kisses, small bites turning into insignificant bruises along his neck and
shoulder blades. 
"Don't call me lttle Bat." Damian cooed, turning back to look at his lover
who's eyes glassed over, his lids heavy as he smiled lazily. 
"I'll call you whatever I want..." Tim leaning in for another kiss.
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